poem

I start things,

i nurture them,

they become a part of me..

Then after some time they become
dependent on me.

they are sucking my life out of me..

In order to survive,

 i cut them off,,

They never vanish.

they search me.
they miss me..

poem

For some days,

i betrayed myself,

followed what i didn't felt


it led to me with a discovery,

that i can accomodate a lot more
than what i think

i can do..
more than what i think i can do..

there is more to me,

and i am much more to you...!